Darth Malthael's two Sith Swords were severed by a single strike from Darth Sidious! Along with them, both of his hands were cut off...
A Force barrier formed again, abruptly forcing Darth Sidious back.
Immediately afterward, countless grains of yellow sand gathered, converging around Darth Malthael's wrists. A few seconds later, a pair of intact yet equally withered arms reappeared.
"Oh, it seems you did learn a few things from your master. This reminds me of a kind of mollusk from my homeworld, Naboo... Hehehehe. Cut their bodies apart, and they grow right back soon enough." Darth Sidious grinned viciously. "Pregas taught himself a fine disciple, hehehehehe..."
"You... actually broke through Kresh's Gauntlet?" Darth Malthael was still filled with disbelief.
"Hahahaha!!" Darth Sidious burst into wild laughter. "Was that difficult? Perhaps once I put you and your master together, you can ask him yourself? Hahahaha!"
"Unfortunately, this is something Master could not teach." Darth Malthael casually tossed aside the two Sith Swords in his hands without a trace of reluctance.
He stared coldly at Darth Sidious as Death Force began gathering around him.
"Ah, it seems you learned something new after all." Darth Sidious mocked him, casually throwing away the Lightsaber in his hand as though it were garbage.
It was not his own weapon either, merely one he had grabbed from the vaults along the way.
"I know you performed a ritual over at the Sith Academy. Very nice, hehehehe..." Darth Sidious said.
"Oh, I thought you came to sabotage my ritual." Darth Malthael said coldly. "What a shame. Maybe if you had come, my ritual would have failed and I would have died on the spot."
"What could your insignificant ritual possibly achieve, even if it truly succeeded? I ought to thank you for letting me watch such